Unchecked tears dotted the stone tiles of thedining room floor as the Princess Lesley wept openly, her bent body rackedby wrenching sobs. The vanquish...d sufferer was past caring that her enforcedpose and convulsive quiverings blatantly exposed the most private parts ofher naked body to the lusting male eyes in her audience. She just knew shecould not bear another stroke of the whip to her poor piteously-wealed backside. Behind the bowed figure of the whimpering princess,Miss Simpson. I popped him another hard one to the stomach then stood him up and leaned him back against his car reaching inside his jacket and retrieving the panties. Then I got in his face and growled like a biting dog "Listen close cocksucker! You don't get any trophies from my wife, not tonight and not as long as she is married to me. Should this little interlude lead to her and I splitting up then you and she can do what the fuck ever you want afterwards, but you need to know something, if Lyn and I get. “You're a good girl. Go home. Love your kind man.”“Thank you, Miss,” she said.It was already growing dark outside. Her heels clipped down Miss Roberts' five stone steps and hit the front path in shock. Stepping from the street in a slick black skirt suit was her best friend of over a decade.“Jessica,” she exclaimed, her mouth forming a wide 'O'.Like a deer caught in headlights, Jessica stared, embarrassed. She could neither turn back nor proceed.Clare closed the six feet between them and hugged. I get lost in desire and the here and now. I reach down and get a handful of his cock, which is now hard, hot and throbbing in my hand. He bends his head and begins to kiss my collar bone. Down he goes, now kissing my breasts. He pulls down my shirt so my breasts are exposed. My hands are down his pants. Stroking, pulling teasing. Back and forth. His mouth is on my erect nipple. He nibbles it a little and my toes tingle. He licks and sucks one nipple, the other he is kneading between his.